The Soaring Dragon flew through the sky. Without an Eternal Pose, they could only honestly make their way toward the next island.
Ryan and the others were resting on deck when a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds and shone onto Ryan's face, making him glow.
At that moment, he thought of the words written on the last page of Boputis's diary.
This world had always been unfair. Even the places touched by sunlight were unevenly favored. My heart yearns for the light, but for the sake of survival, I chose to embrace the darkness, because the sunlight has never shone upon people like us.
How could Ryan not know that the light Boputis yearned for was fairness? But that was incredibly difficult to achieve. In Ryan's previous life, even the ancient people who dreamed of a world of great harmony had been unable to create absolute fairness.
His thoughts churned.
And so, the members of the Blood Sword Pirates leisurely sailed toward their destination.
Lion Island—a plain and unremarkable name. Only when Ryan and the others arrived did they discover why the island was called Lion Island.
Because it was a paradise for ferocious beasts. The surrounding forest enclosed a broad grassland in the center, where several enormous lions were taking an afternoon nap beneath a giant tree. Without a doubt, they were the kings here!
The Soaring Dragon descended directly onto the grassland, not far from the pride.
"Roar!" Several lionesses noticed the disturbance. They walked toward them while growling low in their throats.
However, they did not attack rashly. Their eyes were filled with wariness. Clearly, they had encountered creatures called humans before—and suffered badly at their hands.
After circling Ryan and the others several times and confirming that they posed no threat, the lionesses turned and